This post is not meant for any specific person.
As everyone who knows me knows,
I do not believe in the "love" that springs up
like mushrooms during rain storms under the
dreamlike age of 20.
It is not true.
I can feel the hormone-raging teenagers
looking at me like O_o through the computer.
That is the indisputable truth, deal with it.
You can counter me with some rare people
who met during their teenage years and
got married (dude, even my parents did)
but YOU, right there, reading, YOU were
not born in that era where I think, love
was more sacred and was not thrown around
like a volleyballs.
YOU are not that rare case so do not kid yourself.
It's not going to work.
I can hit you back with thousands of examples of
failed young love and
you know I will win.
As for myself, there is a a certain illusion
in my life that I treasure
to degrees unimaginable.
Just to clarify, I'm not a hypocrite,
what I believe in applies to me also.
Even after 20, I do not think
I will allow myself to embrace the notion
of true love because of
my other priorities.
If all goes well, I will be in NUS where
I will have no time on my hands,
not enough energy in my body
or adequate money in my pocket.
Why get myself into a mess when
I already have so much things to do?
Why have unwanted memories that
cannot be deleted off like junk emails?
There is always a right time for the right things.
This is NOT the right time.
Yes, I appreciate the sweetness and
curiosity of young love (I am also a girl) but
I know where ideality stops.
Call me a stone-hearted maniac, or say
"you will never understand it" or better still,
turn into prophets and predict
"you are SOOOO gonna fall head over heels with a guy in uni.........."
It's just going to go through one ear
and out the other because
I am going to come to your wedding one day and ask you
"so whatever happened to [enter name(s) here] ?"
And walk away with a smile.
Peace out.
